wedding Bells are ringing, the shotgun is a-singing Now [unverified] your fingers steady, a little game of (Paper, scissors, rock) A lion tamer yelling, your first piano
Deliciously I drink up all your tears On a piano out of tune I sit and persevere Deliriously I eat up all your words And jumble them around Till they
[Pink Floyd Cover] I've got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in. When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw
mind That I may [Incomprehensible] in me No more breath in my hair or ladies underwear Tossed up over the alarm clock Blood dripping from the bed to a neatly written poem
24 36, does that answer your question? (Oh I, I've got a little black book with my poems in) Got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with
Maintenant que i'on vit Derriere tous ees ecrans Ou sont les mots qui etaient des poemes Pour dire je t'aime Qui s'en souvient autour d'un piano blane
I've got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in When I'm a good dog They sometimes throw me the bone in I got
Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin
've given this its strength and it has become my only strength. Comforting home, mother's lap, chance for immortality where being wanted became a thrill I never knew The sweet piano
Thinkin' of poems of poverty Sittin' with a tight-clenched wrist Thinkin' how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He?d wander with pride to
hear I, I, I try I, I try to see the sky I, my eyes are fine Oh Get a job now And write a poem About the poems That made you throw up When
could say is if I could I would write you some way out of this, but my gift is useless. And you said no. Write me a poem to make me happy. So I write
. and all i could say is "if i could, i would write you some way out of this but my gift is useless." and you said, "no. write me a poem to make me happy
Deliciously I drink up all your tears On a piano out of tune I sit and persevere Deliriously I eat up all your words And jumble them around 'Til they
I would like to play a.. little tune I just composed not so long ago" "Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie, Ms. Billie Holiday" [HORNS] [drum roll] [piano keys played
When you were hiding From the piano Let songs when you were five years old Climb in The spaceship's leaving the apple Or turn and bring your friends
Thinking of poems of poverty Sitting with a tight clenched wrist, thinking how to gain authority Oh what a soft touch of a boy He?d wander with pride
of my project window Oh, I feel uninspired Lookin' out of my project window Oh, it makes me feel, so tired Yo, if this piano's the cake then my words